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If It Ain't Rough, It Ain't Right Lyrics

Artist: Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Album: Mecca And The Soul Brother

[CL Smooth]Above the level of a mezzanine, healthy as OvaltineThe dominant ? clean, I mean go, the light's greenThe protege could play like chess to quest the bestConfess, never poor as BangladeshI get busy like a boxer, operate like a DoctorSeal like a locker, pop like Orville RedenbacherBuy the tape, LP, CDAll me, and Petey, to cater to the needyLike a Prayer for Madonna but A Different World for JasmineCL is well a physical attractionLet me make myself perfectly clear:while I'm there, I make a peer a positive pap smearReally I do, once I light the barbequeThread the loose ends, see my friends are the crewThe fright night King of New York like Frank WhiteIf it ain't rough it ain't right man listen..

[CL Smooth]If it ain't rough enough, to mingle in the stuffto scar and scuff and make you cuckoo like a cocoa puff;it ain't right so I smash the satelliteCheck the farenheight, before I take flightUnique as Mozambique, here to freak SheikThe skills that won't leak, and never antiqueWarm like a oven you're lovin the style I'm drugginAlleyway muggin, heavyweight slugginNo fibs I kick the ad libs and rock it in the cribsBreak your ribs like a toothpick cause you were never slick? you lacked back when I first startedCL's the one who got the Red Sea partedMy conversation qualification is a doozyThe rude Rudy wreckin write you off as a floozyI shoot for the moon, but even if I missI'm among the stars, to put a bullethole in Mars..

[CL Smooth]In my frame of mind I design the best-sellerFor rougher cats can Rockafeller you're Penn and TellerSteady with the convo, rought like BrilloLet your head hit the bed and knock the feathers out your pillowThe master intelligent, with the black testamentFound it relevant, and mailed it to the PresidentBut overall I get papes for my laborwith the physical manifestation of a saviourYou wanna test this, but I slay anywaycause your rhymes are old, with more wrinkles than a charpeiMecca Don upon the streets of BabylonPass the baton to respond like FarrakhanHard like Shaft with the staff for the BackdraftA blazin aftermath, so hon make a pathIf you don't trust him, bust himBut if you don't have a weapon, then kid keep steppinThe main idea in here for the hemisphereCL's here to get wreck for the yearA large man's appetite, blowin like dynamiteIf it ain't rough it ain't right, COME ON!